where no light came
the limping palm of sunset lost
bemused as I
a stranger to the vacant cries of spring.
worm-fed as corn and foe alike
three strikes the mule in horsebox
with dovetails hanging bright
my pound of flesh;
where no sun breaks
walks hungry wives to waters of the dam
home to heart. to broken bones of homage.
churchyard turns it\'s weary eye
to the shadowed lung
where honesty meets grief and grieves alone;
where no sun breaks
stands only salt and thunder;
where no life gives
no spine can kiss and sew it\'s insects dry;
how many times their eyes cried dry a sorrow?
where no mankind
no more the flower turns and bites it\'s tongue;